The cab ride
by Phantazein Studio
The deadened glaze never lifts from her eyes and I know better than to ask too many questions. I can feel the weight of her sadness permeating the air around us like a thick fog. She wears it gracefully- almost bravely, without any suggestion of self pity.
All I can offer are my words of reassurance, within the confines of the truth. It was a very silent evening altogether.